Pyjamas.

Stealing from http://sarahspyjamas.blogspot.com/

Things are a little scary pyjamas in my head currently.
I have too many thoughts, and too much going on.

I'm moving out and announced that one to the parental tonight. Ha, that was taken well...
This weekend I have youth work, seeing two very close friends, a student worship event, HARRY POTTER :D and then church, pub, and alpha.

I fear sleep is going to evaporate. My brain is dead and I am totally unable to control the crazy. Literally unable.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Crazy and pensive. Maybe you can tell?

I realise this blog says nothing, but
1. Follow Sarah's blog ^
2. Watch The West Wing and share my deep geeky love for American politics.
3. Send me post. PLEASE

<3

Cat madness

I am not a crazy cat person, but I do own two crazy cats. There's a difference I promise. 

One cat, nicknamed spasticat for the way he fell out of a window, didn't land on his feet, broke his leg, had bone removed and now has a leg without a socket so it just hangs, decided today to catch a nice cute little mouse. 

This mouse, according to my sister on my arrival home, was dead on the kitchen floor and urgently needed removing by me because she is a wimp. (I thought you became all grown up at 13? No, my mistake...)

I dubiously enter the kitchen.

There's no mouse.

Not one. 

The spasticat enters. Sniffs, and sulks and scurries around trying to find the 'dead' mouse.

I now have an alive mouse hiding behind the washing machine, that is likely injured, likely dying, and likely to make one hell of a smell. 

My other cat prides herself on being snootty. She just slid on our wooden floor and fell backwards. She is also now sulking.

My life is ridiculous. My biggest fear is being a lonely crazy old cat lady. Someone ensure that NEVER happens. And preferably I'd like you to address the alone part of that statement instead of banning me from owning pets. 

Love

Half mad lady

PS - New Newday album out! Yay!

Matt Redman – King of Nations

PPS - Prince William is engaged and I am only jealous because Kate Middleton gets what every girl truly wants...to actually become a real live princess.

PPPS - watch this video. I hope it makes you laugh as much as it made me laugh.

Tell me

"Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I’m clean, I’m clean..."

Girls

I am a girl (obviously I hope) and I went to an all girls school. Lots of my friends are girls, and I love them dearly. 

Some of them live very far away, and I miss them during term time when we don't get to be together and have ridiculous slobby moments and laugh like loons. They bring out the best in me normally and I love them for it.

Today I am going to see one of them :D YAY! She is ginger, she's going to be a doctor but she is very scatty and I love her very much. 

Sadly, three others favourite people in the world are also congregating in a seaside town, just not mine. It's Kate's birthday on the 17th so she is having a masque party. If you know her this is very fitting. She is like a living blob of glitter and colour. Sarah who is my most distant friend lives in the highest mountains in a strange place called Durham. She is insane but sometimes has to hide this insanity. She is the coolest person I know but occasionally she tends to bite..Odd yes. She is going to Brighton to see Kate.

Then there's Antonia, probably my longest friend. We speak through eyes, and sometimes in our own language because we know what the other says before they say it. She is uber special, totally batty and very curly. 

This is not all of my close friends, just the ones I am thinking about lots today. 

I would like a reunion please. You've been out of my life too long, and I am in need of some stupidity, madness and babbling.

Little sad you aren't here. Come and bring me hugs
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Music

So, another wonderful evening with my student and twenties buddies... Wow, that sounds lame. Still, I love them. Tonight was open mic, I was hosting which meant the constant use of a microphone and many a puzzled face as I realised that I still hadn't got the hang of how to turn it on. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not blonde, and then I understand that I would look HIDEOUS with blonde hair.

I digress, tonight was filled with astoundingly talented people showcasing their music. Everything from Alicia Keys, to Kings of Leon, to Tenth Avenue North to originals (I like those best!) was played tonigIht and added in a fair bit of DJing too. On top of this we had some delicious home made autumn themed cakes because we're cool like that, and some punch.

The punch itself is another story really. Yesterday the huge industrial oven and hob that resides in the church kitchen was announced as unsafe to use because it doesn't meet the most up to date laws. Such twaddle! Anywho, it meant that the wonderful punch we made tonight couldn't be heated. So, using our creative minds, a friend and I decided to make it in the microwave. A few weeks ago one of the guys in the office told me how you can super heat water in the microwave so that when you touch it it explodes in your face (it's a billion times hotter than just boiling water), so with this threat in mind we embarked upon the most epic of punch making missions. Fortunately it was delicious and I drank many a mug-ful of delicious autumn-ness.

So with all of this going on, I was then subjected to the beautiful voices of people who could sing. Needless to say, I wasn't going to complain. My general conclusion is, I love people who play guitar. Namely boys who have music genius. You make me melt at the knees, and in my middle and generally cripple me :)

Well done there.
So, with mush on the brain I'm going to go to bed. My younger sister is having a sleepover. These crazy tweenagers are no doubt going to disrupt my sleep. Nasty children. I am going to be the loving, patient and cool older sibling who does things like open mic and punch making.

Farewell friends.
Lots of insane love xxx


PS Tonight I met someone who recognised me from Facebook because he added me. I feel I have achieved new heights of cool. x

Bubble

I have decided that living in a bubble is a little unhealthy and my insanity is not having enough space to breathe. 

Today is a good day; sunshine, a spotty dress, new DVDs and an open mic night tonight. 

I am looking forward to a night of music and cake and coffee. Sadly lots of people aren't around :'( boo hoo. 

Still, FUN is the theme of tonight, and I plan to have much of it.

Love x

For you:

It started out as a feeling

Which then grew into a hope

Which then turned into a quiet thought

Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder

'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back

When you call me

No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing

Doesn't mean it's never

Been this way before

All you can do is try to know

Who your friends are

As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon

And follow the light

You'll come back

When it's over

No need to say good bye

You'll come back

When it's over

No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning

It's just a feeling and no one knows yet

But just because they can't feel it too 

Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger

'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back

When they call you

No need to say good bye

You'll come back

When they call you

No need to say good bye